Many years have passed since the end of Book Two, and we now meet King Timoken's children, who, with their own magical endowments, stand divided between the forces of good and bad. Young Petrello and Tolomeo must fight to protect their siblings and their kingdom as an evil force invades the once-peaceful Red Castle. Readers will embark on one last adventure in the thrilling finale to Jenny Nimmo's extraordinary Chronicles of the Red King trilogy.
Jenny Nimmo
Jenny Nimmo is the author of the NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling Charlie Bone series as well as GRIFFIN'S CASTLE, THE DRAGON'S CHILD, and the award-winning Magician Trilogy, all published by Orchard Books. Several of her books have been awarded and shortlisted for the Smarties Prize, the Carnegie Medal, the Whitbread Award, and the WH Smith Mind-Boggling Books Award. She lives with her husband in an old mill in Wales.
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- From LEOPARDS' GOLD
A savage battle began. Creatures were wounded. Soldiers died.
Queen Berenice wielded her sword so fast and so nimbly, Osbern couldn't get near
her. Protected by his wolves Amadis sliced and slashed, working his way closer and
closer to the owner of Melyntha. It had become so dark Sir Osbern could only be
recognized by his huge bulk.
Why has day become night, wondered Amadis.
Have we been fighting so long?
How could he know that, high above the forest,
his brothers needed his help?
The demons crowding about the winged boy and
the dragon, all at once began to leave the sky. Where they went, the boys couldn't
tell. The hovering creatures seemed to vanish into passing clouds of vapor.
Tolly
flew to Enid's side. "Have we won a battle?" he asked his brother.
"Has
Tumi reached the king?" was Petrello's answer.
Their only thought now was
to land somewhere safe, but all they could see beneath the clouded sky was a vast
expanse of gray-green water.
In the distance, Petrello saw a darkness, greater
than the clouds, gather itself into a dense black shape. It was as if the forest
canopy had lifted and become a whirling mass of leaves.
And then it came
at them, its black sleeves flapping, its face more terrible than their darkest nightmares.
